Autumn tunnel / Through an aquarium
In a scented freckled room
Orchestral tea services
Brew the music of the spheres
Lakes of milk and candlewood
Is it you I hear smiling
Is it the folds in your dresses
Something unknown is afoot
Something unknown to the skin
The sound puddles palpitate
Beneath gleaming blankets
I dream of you, in the dark
November calling out
Jolt your waltzes up my veins
While I scrub away the stains
While I scrub it till it stings
Till it’s sweet around the rim
Come, take a stroll
Through the reds and yellows
Through quivers and shadows
Through the streets as they moan
Bodies of wood and clay
Stumble down the strings
See you soon, you said
I’ve lost the insight to tell
A shovel from a spade
It takes more than a net
To gather up the strays
The blue branches of the night
Are dripping clouds into the dawn
As the chorus carries out
The recently deceased
The icy lick of the sickle
Slick and smooth on my ankle
Makes all the love in the world
Seem like an empty promise
Come, take a look
At the desperate fool
At his exhausted rule
At his empty sketchbook
The gravel children congregate
In collective ecstasy
They flick marbles and mistake
Handshakes for free will
You shouldn’t be sorry
But how many looks will it take
Until the air that stagnates
Dissolves into certainty
At long last it is raining
So we can finally breathe
And it is almost over now
The sky is twirling aloud
The smoking moonbeams cluster
With all these obscene creatures
Parading splendid seizures
And you’re around every corner
Come, take a rest
From the faithful prophets
From the tidy thickets
From the pretend contest
A touch of fizzing in the air
Will you whisper me a verse
Brighten the lights in your stare
My heart beat itself to a pulp
A jackalope with silk antlers
And a light frosting in his fur
Told me to reach for my pulse
But he was just the messenger
The rivers welcome the leaves
The silver spirals make their rounds
I hear your name in the breeze
Who are you playing tonight
Notes plant themselves in the ground
Leaking all along the keys
And never need exterior light
Only the one up your sleeve
Come, take your place
With the humming springflakes
With the perfect mistakes
With the sweetest sickness
The faded withered crop
Rubs the dead dust off its eyes
Your silence burns clock-wise
Give me just one more dose
It is happening again
My defence is paper-thin
With the eyes closed
Unfaltering
The woods are dark and inviting
As the wind smears out the signs
I tried to follow the train tracks
Now I’m stranded and alone
I should have followed your voice
But you were speaking on the phone
I begin a new song as you pass
And hope that you can end my rhyme
Come, take my hand
Through the barbed wire glance
Through the fading distance
Through the laughing quicksand
2021